Title: The Second Life of Magnolia Mae

Magnolia Mae has always had strange dreams,
even before her parents died in a car crash leaving her older brother to raise
her. Only a few weeks before Halloween and her eighteenth birthday the dreams
start to come more frequently, her life seems even more chaotic than usual and
the guilt that she did not stop her parents’ death is beginning to tear her
apart. The only one who has never treated her like an outcast is handsome Bash,
the boy whose eyes have haunted nearly all of her dreams.

As Halloween draws closer Magnolia enlists
the help of her brother and Bash to try to discover what these dreams mean. Why
does it feel like she has lived what she sees and why are Bash’s eyes in every
dream?

If not for Magnolia, her parents would be
alive. She’d known they were going to get into a car wreck. She had seen it two
nights before it happened. The screams had echoed in her head, the bursts of
lightning mixed with the flashes of red and blue from the emergency responders
had been forever implanted in her memory even before it had happened. The dream
had seemed so real — they always seemed so real — that she’d cried hysterically
until her parents found her curled on the floor of her room. They had assured
her that it had only been a nightmare. Two nights later, they’d gone out in a
storm to pick her up from rehearsal. Trying to avoid the deer had thrown their
car into a hydroplane that had connected them with a lone tree in the ditch.

Angela Schroeder is a single mother of
three. She was born and raised in Iowa in a river town known for its pearl
buttons. Having four siblings she never lacked for someone to play with, as she
grew older she found herself pulled into books and writing more and more.

Her parents are her heroes, her siblings
her confidants and tormentors and her children are a wonderful blessing. Church
is important to her children and her. They enjoy the friendships they've made
with the people there.

Writing has always been a passion. Her
first experience was in fifth grade when she went to a one day writing
conference. After that she knew it was something she wanted to pursue.

“Maybe it’s not what you’re running from, but what you’re running toward.”

Alicia travels to an exotic land, with hopes to reinvent herself. She moves to Auckland, New Zealand, to heal and escape her unhappy past in America.

Hunter works in a bar to distract himself from the memory of a tragic past. Playing in a local band and resorting to one night stands are his only means for an escape from his reality.

Brought together by circumstance, an unexpected romance blossoms between these two tortured souls.

Can being by each other’s side bring them the happiness they are desperate to discover? Or will being together break their fragile trust and lead to more heartache?

About The Author

Theresa Troutman lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and their crazy dog, Niko. She loves reading, theatre and traveling. Her books include: My Secret Summer, A Special Connection and the Love's Great Adventure Series: Life's What You Make It and Love This Life and London Loves. She is currently working on contemporary romance called, By My Side, which will be released in early 2015.

Hardened by an abusive childhood and haunted by the
murder of his fiancé, Blade struggles against the dark
forces threatening to consume him. When he helps Layla Reed
in her hour of need, he has no idea she will be the light to his darkness.
As they spend more time together, he is powerless to fight his desire
for her. Powerless to fight his need for her. However, as
his feelings deepen, he pushes her away, reluctant to drag her into his world.
With enemies coming at him from all directions, Storm MC needing his
help to fight off a rival, and his father still causing him grief, Blade needs
the love of a good woman now more than ever. Can Layla push Blade to
the edge and get him to admit to both of them what he wants? Or will
the darkness pull him under once and for all?

REVIEW ByPNR BOOK LOVER REVIEWS4 Stars
As with pretty much every series, there's always that thought in the back of your mind that surely it can't get any better.

Well it did get better, and Blade will knock you clean on your ass, he's everything I was hoping he would be and so much more.

Nina Levine rocked it with this book, but then her writing is outstanding and the plot is gripping so it was always going to be an awesome read.

Vince Donovan has lost a lot in his life. He has lived life under a code of greed, lies and crime - never allowing anyone to get too close. After losing the empire he fought to build at the hands of a psychotic man in pursuit of revenge, Vince vows to rebuild what he once had. Along with his once protege and now partner, Jayne King, he sets out to create an empire that is based on beautiful women, sex and sin.

Kelsey Franklin is young, beautiful, sexy and should be forbidden. Kelsey is also the one woman that Vince has vowed never to have and yet is the one woman he wants and needs.

When love happens in the unlikeliest of circumstances Vince must ask himself - Is love fit for the damned and the sinner?

Excerpt

Her lips were glossy and covered with a thick sheen of red. I stared at her mouth while dragging a finger across them and let the paint follow a path down her chin, over her neck, and down her chest. The stain coated the light fabric of the white dress—spoiling it, just like I was spoiling her.

“You can see right through this,” I said roughly and dragged a finger underneath the neckline of the dress. Your little pink nipples are pushing right through it—aching and ready for someone to bite them.”

I let my teeth snap in her ear and then sucked the soft skin into my mouth. “A man like me sees a woman in a dress like this, and that’s what he wants. To touch the nipples you so willingly show off, to bite, pull, tug, and suck on them. He wants to pull those sweet little tits into his mouth, let his tongue run over them until your nipples are so hard they hurt.”

She was shaking, but I wasn’t going to stop there. As if to show her exactly what I was talking about, I moved the palm of my hand over her shoulder and down to her chest. I cupped one of her ripe tits in my hand, squeezing softly at first, and then wrapped my fist around it tightly and pulled.

She whimpered, and her knees shook. I was testing her, and so far she failed. As badly as she thought she wanted what I had to give, she had no fucking clue what it meant. She wasn’t ready.

I released her from my grasp and ran my hand over her clavicle, smearing the rotten red mess all over her chest and the top of the dress before moving it down over her belly.

“I could see the valley between your legs when you walked down the hallway,” I growled in her ear. “I could see your little pussy, the sweet V where I’d sink my cock. All I could think about was your long, skinny legs wrapped around my back while I fucked you right there in the hallway.”

My cock jumped in reply, but I ignored her and went on with my ministrations. I reached the hem of her skirt, and with a swift rip, I yanked it up over her hip. There wasn’t much of it there in the first place, so it was no big task. That pissed me off even more. There were maybe three inches of lift and I could see her pussy.

Rubbing my coarse finger over her soft, silky mound, I stood back and watched her face. I was testing her, but I wasn’t going to push her. If she showed an ounce of regret, I was done. But I had to see where she stood once and for all.

Her eyes fluttered open as if she could read my thoughts. They were as wide as a newborn chick, scared and astonished, but surprised and exhilarated.

But definitely not ready to leave the nest.

I gave her pussy one more swipe of my finger and then a light slap. The shock showed clear in her eyes, and her mouth fell slack with pleasure. I could feel that she was into it, slick and warm and malleable in my hands.

“That’s right, baby,” I said gruffly. “I want to tear this pussy up. I want to make this pussy cry. You have no idea what I want to do to you, and if you don’t stop teasing me, you’re bound to find out.”

She bucked her hips stubbornly, and I narrowed my eyes. Folding my fingers, I gave her clit a hard flick with enough force to knock a dog on its ass.

“You’re not ready for this—or me,” I said, lowering my voice. “I want to defile you in so many ways, but that’s not what you want.”

“Yes,” she said. Her voice shook, and I could feel her heavy heartbeat through her dress.

“I care about what happens to you, Kelsey,” I said as evenly as I could. “That’s why I took you home—where you belonged. If you think walking around in Jayne’s clothes will do you any good, you’re completely wrong. What I want to do with your body is the same thing every other man out there wants. The only difference is, they won’t stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she said weakly, tears sprouting from her eyes. “I can handle anything from you. I love you, and you damn well know it.”

She dropped to her knees abruptly and raised her hands to undo my fly. I had a brief moment of euphoria. This was a regular fantasy of mine to have her on her knees with her mouth on me. It was too fresh and way too clear for me to think straight.

I jerked her up by her shoulders and pinned her back against the wall. “Stop!”

She snarled and fought against my hold on her. “If you don’t want me, why do you care if someone else does?”

I slammed her lightly against the door and leaned forward again so we were eye to eye. “I do want you—that’s not the problem. I want to fuck you. There’s a difference.”

Jami Denise is a romance writer from Southern California. While she waits for the next felon to come along and sweep her off her feet, she writes about swoony bad boys and sassy gals that make them squirm. She also loves cats, cars, cupcake flavored lip balm, and cherry limeade.

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